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LAZYGOD - G STAR JEANS [PROD FTO MELLY]

Plata O Plomo ?

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blacklight.2 {prod. king $hed}

Free The Robots (Prod. By Free The Robots)

instrumental by my brother kingshed love you dearly

lyrics:
she can’t even talk about it 
i know that she’s feeling me
you know you can’t talk about it
you know that you’re feeling me
i can’t even talk about it
i know that i’m feeling her
i can’t even talk bout it
she know that i’m feeling her

she can’t even talk about it 
i know that she’s feeling me
i cant even talk bout it she know that im- 
when im with you you make me feel like a millionaire

eyes round me i dont care about shit
heart racing 
start chasing nothing
nothing 
its all real its all real in my head
feel safe feel safe
im so high up in the sky for real

senses

SpaceGhostPurp - FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY WAVY[1]

told em, watch my throne i’m stepping down for some coverage
drop it, then take it back, easily oh so coveted
all want it, they need it, but try they best stuck on stuttering
flaunt it, I bleed it, on top of it all, nothing up to this

still 41st, still giild, thrash and never less
still about my chest, the peril, my chips, breaking who attest
pill her, beat it, move onto the next, a piece in the process
pillar, how I stand, the pills, just recreate, the words effect

pissing on it all, just cause I can do
spill it with me, still don’t feel it, only cause they can’t do
harsh, and not a care, because they bitches still thats ran through
by the nayfer, paper heavier, and what we carry by the grams too

see it on the puffs, carry nugs, and the chrome inside
chase gon pick it up, squeeze it til it’s 0 left from 9
gripping mics, and shred the grip, my tires, til I x my eyes
telling mine, and sleep all through the day, awake all through the night

ditch the realistic route, still 2x 3x all my worth, stitched it all together, funny how I cut who “best the words”, stitch them back together, nah I kid, just watch em leave the earth, pick up where I left, I leave my trail, another one?, disperse

track and hurt to all my rivals, snatch they broads and hit they vitals, times is psychic season titled, split and dip, I hit the mile

dont, dont dont, what I hear, this shit too potent now
effortless, I float, past predecessors, up or go around
never less, again, a taunt?, I push that sound to shake em down
shake a ho and shake these simple minds, to break and make a frown

see they all been teasing thee, but they bitches still leave for me
making dough off what they sent the broad, but somehow leads to me
and thats how all the 41st all been, embrace it gleefully 
photos of us on they phones, and murkin snakes, from teens to ze-ro

brought back the insurgence, 41st militia surgeons
took the game apart, and sew it, back to be of our assurance
rip a hating heart out, mk style to keep for our researching
left the rest him with the duds, that had a hunch for my emerging

can do (prod. shed) #41STCENTURYCLASSIKS2

fourtegofirst (prod. shed) #41STCENTURYCLASSIKS2

og kush, to the lung, me and puffs
dropped down, on the map, pinpoint where the funds
or the sack, took one, to the face, from the ton, 2k of pounds, hold up, not enough now

blaze up, never no cases, just face runts
gaze, us, never no faking, just laced up
air force, not in the drugs, our paceuz
wear courts, take hits, no, dont chase hunz

they on the chase, us, who they pray fa
still we cant wait up, catch us laid up
with bout a milly or more, with our faceuz
with the blue strip, by the dozen or more what

it’s not no lying, so much like we baked up
bread in the pockets, tucked in with our lazuhz
if thoughts to stop it by fuckboys, delay em
pinning them down, then we boom brains on pavemunt

amsterdam or cali smoke that shit til my eyes maori 
i don't fuck with white we smokin green lil bitch i'm stayin healthy
drop that wax and watch it melt
what we smokin on top shelf from bangkok ima bang thots while we smokin on that gas from shell and
she gon call me satan bitch i get that banger hot as hell and
i could outsmoke wiz and smoke these blunts until they ring the bell got
all these pieces full of reefer i feel like it's show n tell my
mama steady chokin for some reason she can't stand the smell

og bowls, exhale, mouth, nose
puffs, pack it and fold, reload, til we out cold
bitch pack it in the bowl i be smokin hash holes to the dome and i know you can't take that smoke
torch one hoe, since 04, scorch hoes and cones, green, purp, by the o
you dont even know i be gettin so stoned bitch im stuck on the couch cuz i ate a nerds rope

purple kush 
smoke that bitch
sour diesel
smoke that bitch
og kush
smoke that bitch
if it dont hit like cali I dont smoke that shit

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